Boom, boom......

In a daze, Gu Ji felt that his body was swinging slightly from side to side.

"OK family, don't worry, today's show will start immediately, oops, thank you for the 'super rich' sent by Boss J, thank you big brother!"

The sudden sound made him feel a little familiar, and he tried to open his eyes, and there were two figures standing around a silver stainless steel railing beside him.

One of them, a Xia Guoren wearing a black trendy brand half-sleeve, slightly chubby, and black-framed glasses, was standing next to him with a selfie stick mobile phone in his hand.

It was the outdoor anchor he met near Ningzhou University Town before: passion fruit!

This...... What's the situation?

Gu Ji raised his hand and saw that he was also holding a mobile phone, and the backstage of the passion fruit live broadcast room was playing on the screen, and a bunch of barrages and gifts below were constantly scrolling, which was very lively.

According to the news, he was detained by the domestic police and fled abroad.

Is this the United States?

[Restricted by physiological conditions, the motor attributes of your skeletal muscles are weakened to a certain extent; 】

[The "Poison Needle Trap" mine*1 you are carrying has been delivered, you can view it when you open your backpack.] 】

Feel some of the weight from the backpack on your body.

Gu Ji turned his head.

There was a faint smell of swishing and pungent cologne in the air, and you could see purple seats on either side, overhead light box advertisements, and stainless steel doors.

It turned out to be in the subway.

Through the reflection of the rounded rectangular glass, he saw a tall and thin young foreign guy wearing a purple hooded sweatshirt and black shorts, with golden curly hair, a white face, clear eyes, and a temperament that had not yet departed from childishness.

This is the role that Gu Ji played this time: a young foreign white brother of eighteen or nineteen.

It seems that it is still passion fruit's live broadcast assistant abroad.

Just as Gu Ji was trying to find more information, an English scolding suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Fack! Barron, what are you doing there? I paid you to be the mascot? Hurry up and seal those sunspots that spray me! ”

Gu Ji raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and his eyes with a dark fierce light swept over in an instant.

Look at each other for half a second.

Passion Fruit actually shifted his gaze in a daze, but a strong black man in a gray jacket beside him was the opposite, his eyes glanced at Gu Ji indifferently, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Just in time for the subway to arrive.

Passion fruit didn't bother to continue to pay attention, raised her mobile phone and smiled at the screen: "It's time to arrive at the station, the family will see how I do the whole work, it will definitely have a show effect!" ”

Gu Ji noticed that the black strong man was carrying a black cylindrical bucket bag in his hand.

At the moment when the door opened, he tore the zipper slightly, revealing the flashing red light inside, and then threw the black bag down, and the two of them pulled out their legs and ran out at the same time:

"Run!!"

Passion fruit suddenly shouted out a voice, and when he boarded the several foreign white-collar workers who were about to enter the carriage, he took two steps back.

When several passers-by sitting in the carriage saw this scene, they were also frightened, and they all got up and fled to dodge, for fear that something terrible in the bag would jump out.

One of the foreign aunts fell down halfway due to weak legs and feet, but the instinct of panic forced her to roll and crawl.

Is this pretending to have a bomb in the backpack to scare passers-by?

[Crisis begins! 】

Choose your starting reward! 】

【City Map*1】OR 【Black Mask*1】

A sudden prompt sound in his mind interrupted Gu Ji's thoughts.

Although Gu knew early on that "Crisis Handling" was half a meat pigeon game, the reward refresh for each round was random.

Seeing the two items in front of him, he couldn't help but be silent.

White [City Map*1]: A detailed map of the current city, printed on A4 colored paper, at a scale of 1:1000000, which can help you quickly grasp the distribution of traffic and building routes in the city.

White [Black Mask*1]: A black mask made of non-woven fabric, which is mainly used to prevent respiratory infections, cover up the appearance, and slightly enhance the appearance.

Good guys, two pieces of garbage.

City maps were of little use to him.

Gu Ji had already seen the word "NYU" on the subway map on the door, which was the abbreviation of New York University, and he could be sure that he was now in New York, USA.

Even if he doesn't have this information, he can still open his phone and use Google Maps to view and browse the location.

The other option, however, is even more useless.

This level is not a public health level, even if it involves biochemical terrorist attacks such as poison gas and germs, what protective role can a mask play?

Helplessly, "the tallest of the short", he still chose the first one, and immediately had an extra folded map in his pocket.

[New goal: Don't die in half an hour!] 】

"Hahaha......"

As soon as the system jumped out of the new task, there was a loud laugh of passion fruit outside the subway door, and his body twitched and leaned back and forth.

Only then did a few passers-by react that they had been tricked.

One of the middle-aged white men came up angrily, pointed at the passion fruit and shouted:

"Fack! What are you kidding! I'm going to call the police to arrest you!" ”

"Hey uncle, what are we doing?"

Unexpectedly, the black strong man beside Passion Fruit directly blocked it, holding his fist in his hand, as if he was moving his muscles and bones.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged white man was stunned.

On the screen of the mobile phone, sailors from home and abroad are frantically sending barrages.

[Awesome! The anchor is not afraid of being shot? 】

[No wonder you have to bring a black bodyguard, it turns out to prevent being beaten!] 】

[It is a serious crime to put false dangerous goods! 】

[People just lost a bag, how do you think it will be dangerous goods?] 】

[Replace it in China, collect the tattered aunt and take it away directly for you! ] 】

[Art needs to be cruel to give away the anchor carnival*2!] - The show is good, but it would be more real if it could explode! 】

Seeing the carnival gift special effect appearing on the screen, Passion Fruit was so excited that her eyes almost fell into the screen.

The software he broadcasts live is currently the hottest Tik abroad, and a carnival saving is equal to 500 US dollars, which is equivalent to a domestic carnival.

"Thanks, thank you for the gift from Brother Art, thank you so much, Brother Art, I see that you sent it in English, are you an American?"

can throw $1,000 at a time, which can definitely be regarded as a real tyrant.

Especially the passion fruit was sealed in China, and after coming to the United States to start over, its popularity was not as good as before, and in the face of this wild tyrant, where did he dare to slack off, he immediately nodded and approached the other party.

Gu Ji frowned slightly, as Gao Bo said, this kind of person just has no bottom line.

But for him, passion fruit is not the point, the point is the crisis that is about to occur at this level, and he can't even lock the location now, is it in the car, or in the subway station?

The strong black man glanced at Gu Ji, went back to the car and bent down to pick up the package.

Just as he was about to close the zipper, his hand suddenly froze.

"Dizade, why are you stunned, hurry up and take out the package, the car will drive away in a while, and the art brother is in a hurry to watch the show!"

The same routine is boring on a subway.

So passion fruit hurriedly scolded.

But Dizad didn't pay any attention to it, and his swarthy face turned blue and white for a while, as if he had seen something terrible.

Gu Ji's eyelids twitched, and he sensed that something was wrong, and instantly pounced on it and opened his backpack.

Saw.

In addition to the spoof red flash put by passion fruit, there is also a cardboard shell tube wrapped with gray industrial tape, an old black phone is fixed in the center, and the buttons on the lower half have long been disassembled, and the components and a black and red wire are stripped from the inside, which connects to the inside of the paper tube.

Gu Ji, who has studied the USMC bomb handling/blasting methodology, recognizes this thing at a glance:

Homemade IED Mobile Remote Control Bomb!

Passion fruit is still staring at the phone screen at the door at the moment: "Big brother art, what do you mean by helping me?" ”

"Everybody run, there's a bomb ——!!"

Gu Ji roared angrily, dropped the bomb in the carriage, turned around and flew out.

Originally, passers-by thought that Gu Ji was going to cheat for the second time, but when they saw the bomb he threw on the ground, they were instantly frightened, and even the black strong man escaped from the carriage with him.

The next moment.

The moment the car door closed, the cell phone rang.

Boom——!

A blazing fire burst out, accompanied by a thunderous vibration, the iron sheet of the car door was torn open, and the glass shattered instantly, like a sharp arrow, shooting violently around.

Whoop......

The explosion triggered the train's emergency braking, and the screeching sound of track metal grinding could be heard from the bottom.

"Ahh Help me! ”

"It's an explosion! Run! ”

"My legs! My leg! Who's going to save me!! ”

……

Suddenly, the entire subway platform was in shambles, and although many passers-by ran out of the carriage, their thighs and bodies were scratched by the splintered glass, and blood flowed down their fingers, making them scream hoarsely.

Gu Ji got up and looked back at the deformed carriage that had been blown up, his heart beating suddenly.

Fortunately, it was only a single tube of explosives, and the power was not great, otherwise according to the detonation time of those few seconds, and double the amount of charge, he would have to explain here!

Passion fruit slumped on the ground.

His thighs and abdomen were scratched by fragments, and there was a small piece of glass on his face, and he poked there like half a piece of wood, completely frightened by the explosion in front of him.

"How, how could it be ......"

He muttered stupidly, he couldn't figure out how the original fake bomb suddenly became a real bomb!

At this time, Gu Ji's mobile phone suddenly vibrate.

It is a floating screen reminder of large gifts in the live broadcast room.

[Art needs to be cruel to give away the anchor carnival*1 - it's much more comfortable this time, how about it, my help is good, right?] 】

What's the situation?

He planted the bomb?

Even Gu Ji, who was accustomed to seeing all kinds of crisis scenes, couldn't help but be shocked by this sentence, and the coolness on his back was even more numb to his scalp.

Live broadcast of remote-controlled bomb terrorist attacks.

What a rampant thug this is!!

【it!】 Really exploded? 】

[The anchor is a terrorist? 】

[The wolf is coming live-action version, the fake bomb has become a real bomb! ] 】

[Today's world headlines? 】

[Speech by the art boss: Danger! ] 】

Such a terrifying explosion scene naturally aroused the boiling of the live broadcast room, and at this moment, the sailors began to send all kinds of question marks frantically, and the number of viewers in the venue also began to rise.

Passion fruit also noticed the text floating on the screen of the gift, and responded with trembling lips: "Yi, Brother Art, don't be joking, thank the big guy for the gift, I'm so scared that my heart and liver are trembling now......"

It's worth asking for money rather than life.

Seeing that the popularity soared and the gifts increased, passion fruit once again had crooked thoughts.

But just when he was about to use this explosion as a live broadcast gimmick.

[Art needs to be cruel: I see you enjoy it very much? Now I'm going to give you a chance to blow up the whole network, I've planted a total of three bombs in New York City, several times more powerful than this one, if you can find them and dispose of them, believe me, you will be a hero in the hearts of all Americans. 】

【? Playing big? 】

[Really? 】

[It must be a mouthful, don't forget that foreigners also have keyboard warriors! ] 】

[Awesome! Aren't you afraid of being caught when you say this? 】

[FBI: Open the door!] Check the water meter! 】

……

Seeing this, Gu Ji immediately picked up his mobile phone to check the live broadcast backstage.

His intuition told him that this person didn't look like he was telling a lie.

He found all the speeches of "Art Needs Cruelty", and found that when he said "I want to give the anchor a little help", it happened to be the time of the explosion of the remote-controlled bomb, and the error was no more than two seconds.

If you remove the live broadcast delay, then it's just right!

It's true!

Gu Ji's brain buzzed.

The last time a terrorist bomb attack was publicized in the media, it was the famous bomb monster: Ted Kaczynski!

A prodigy who studied at Harvard at the age of 16 blew up all over American colleges and universities and played the FBI for 18 years!

Between 1978 and 1995, Kaczynski mailed a series of increasingly advanced bombs to American colleges and universities, causing panic in American society.

The most terrifying thing is that he once anonymously sent letters to a number of media outlets, and publicly "live-streamed" his attack purpose and demands in newspaper media, but the police had no way to deal with him.

The FBI, together with other agencies, set up a special team of 125 agents, and even offered a $1 million reward, but was finally caught by his brother.

But what era was Kaczynski murderous?

At that time, criminal investigation and counter-terrorism technology was in its infancy, and he still used newspapers, and the delay of news was very high, and often when the media received the letters, the real culprit may have already fled.

And when is it?

21st century.

You can leave a browsing record even if you watch a pornographic film on the Internet, let alone speak in the live broadcast room!

This bomber is too arrogant!

So Gu Ji decisively took out his mobile phone to dial "911", but before the phone was connected, a "dood-too-too" sound came from the earpiece, which was directly interrupted.

Is the signal bad?

Just when he was about to call back again, there was another floating screen barrage in the live broadcast room.

[Art needs to be cruel: It seems that your assistant is far calmer than you, since I haven't explained the rules yet, so this time it is not your foul, I have placed a remote control induction bomb on the three of you, as long as you take it off or stay away from the live broadcast phone within 5 meters, it will explode, and the power is enough to kill you. 】

[From now on, you must live broadcast the whole process to find the three bombs I planted, I will send you a private message to give you a reminder, you can't turn off the live broadcast during the search, you can't contact the police for help, and you can't be caught, once someone violates any of the above three items, I will directly detonate the bomb on his body, and when all three people die, the entire New York City will be buried together! ] 】

A bomb on your body?

Passion fruit "popped" and looked down at the black pickup microphone held around his neck, and the signal light flashed red.

Gu Ji's heart was beating very fast at the moment.

He didn't expect that his act of making the phone call would be caught by the bomber.

People nearby?

Or back-end remote monitoring?

Gu Ji is more inclined to the latter, no wonder this bomber dares to disclose his identity in the live broadcast room, it turns out that he has computer technology comparable to that of hackers.

That's right, too.

According to the bomber's first requirement, it is simply impossible to keep the live broadcast uninterrupted, even if subjective factors are not considered, external objective factors must be considered.

In the event of such a horrific bomb attack, the incident will soon ferment on the Internet, and within a few hours, it will cause an uproar in the United States and even the world.

In order to reduce the adverse effects of panic caused by the incident.

The official will definitely ask the software company to stop the live broadcast, which is not something that Gu Ji and others can control at all.

Therefore, in order to avoid the occurrence of "unplugging the network cable", it is necessary for the bomber to lock the live broadcast room from the background, or use the virus to paralyze the company's background system, in short, it must be out of official control.

Otherwise, it's a dead end!

[No wonder there are so few foreigners, this Nima is terrible! ] 】

[Is this big guy so arrogant? Not afraid of being locked by the FBI? 】

[The American version of "Horror Live"? 】

[At first, I thought it was a big guy spoofing the whole show, but if it's true, I want to say that there is absolutely no good juice to eat in a terrorist attack! ] The CIA, the FBI, the seals, and the delta are not for nothing! 】

[You complain like this, aren't you afraid that the big guy will detonate your computer along the network cable? ] 】

[Don't be afraid! The old man will make a move! 】

……

In less than a minute, the number of people in the live broadcast room has risen from a few hundred at the beginning to a thousand.

Judging from the style of the barrage, some people chose to believe it, some people were skeptical, and some insisted that the bomber was talking hi.

The black Dizard, on the other hand, shook his head in horror, as if he had not yet recovered from the fear of the aftermath of the explosion.

"I don't care what kind of prank you're doing, it has nothing to do with me, I'm just a bodyguard......"

As he spoke, Dizad turned and ran away.

But at the moment when he ran out of the live broadcast phone within 5 meters.

With a muffled sound, a cloud of blood mist erupted from Dizade's neck, and for a while, the flesh and blood flew sideways, and the minced meat splashed on the faces of passion fruit and Gu Ji, and it still had a sense of warmth!

"Ah——!h

"Ahh Dead! ”

……

The frightened wounded screamed uneasily, just now because of Gu Ji's timely reminder and the small power of the bomb, there were only the injured at the scene, and no one died.

But that's no longer the case.

The strong man in black was blown up and killed right under everyone's noses, further enhancing the terrifying atmosphere at the scene!

"Uh-huh...... Whew......"

Passion fruit held the mobile phone, trembling uncontrollably, he wanted to shout, but his throat was like being stuffed with cotton, no matter how he choked, he just couldn't make any sound.

Gu Ji gasped, and before he even had time to wipe the blood on his face, he immediately touched his neck.

Sure enough, he had a halterneck bluetooth headset with him!

He roughly felt it, it was a little heavier than the average Bluetooth headset, and it was most likely filled with explosives and electronic detonators.

Don't underestimate this thing, even if the explosion is not powerful at such a close distance, it can be fatal to the neck, a vital part of the human body, with a slight impact.

To know.

5g of PETN/RDX with shaped charge can blow up a lot of things.

[Oh my God! Come on really! 】

[Really dead? 】

[I feel like watching a movie, this won't be the effect of Brother Guozi's show, right? ] 】

[Festival Nima effect, look stupid watching the live broadcast? ] Is this a scene made up of special effects? 】

[What to do!] My boyfriend is studying in New York right now, he's going to be fine, right? 】

[The moon abroad is really not as round as in China, but fortunately I didn't moisten! 】

……

Even across the screen, the sailors in the live broadcast room couldn't help but be frightened by the death of the black strong man.

And this effect is exactly what the bomber wants.

[Art needs to be cruel: Okay, there are still two left, to be honest, I really don't want to detonate all the bombs, that's what I managed to hide, oh, by the way, an anchor friend from a foreign country, send you a piece of information. 】

[New York City will be equipped with a police car within every square mile, there are two policemen in the car, from the time of receiving the police to the alarm notification to arriving at the scene, generally the average is about 5 minutes, I think you have less than 33 minutes to leave, otherwise you will be stopped by the police, friendly reminder: being pulled by the police for questioning, the same is considered to be arrested~]

When Passion Fruit saw the last sentence, the corners of her eyes were sour, and she knelt on the ground and cried uncontrollably:

"Please, big brother! I was wrong! I really know it's wrong! I'm not going to spoof bomb attacks again, I, I'll give you all the money you swiped to me, I still have 200,000 in my card, yes, as long as you let me go, I'll give it all to you! ”

Just kidding, can you plan such a terrorist attack, will you care about your 200,000, just to punish a spoof anchor?

This passion fruit is too stupid and naïve!

The conditions he had described were of no use at all, and attacks by terrorists were often directly related to their goals.

In other words, the larger the attack scene, the higher the target conditions behind it.

And the conditions that can match the threat of a New York City, the two of them simply can't meet them.

But there is still information in Gu Ji's heart that needs to be confirmed urgently.

"Don't cry, who got the media equipment we have?"

"Whew, what device?"

"You still don't understand?"

Facing Passion Fruit's frightened and puzzled eyes, Gu Ji pinched the headphones on his neck, and pointed to the pickup microphone on his neckline.

These induction bombs are all carefully designed and manufactured, and they can easily explode if misoperated, so the person who provided them with the equipment was likely to be the bomber himself or an accomplice!

Passion fruit reacted and asked rhetorically.

"Didn't you bring this? And now you're asking me? Oh, I see, it turned out to be you! You're in the league of terrorists! ”

What!?

Gu Ji was stunned by this question.

Could it be that the body he possessed was the bomber?

No, this doesn't fit the main line of "crisis management" set by the game, and most of them were transferred by someone on the way before the live broadcast.

Unfortunately, he didn't have any memory information about "Barron" at all, so he couldn't lock down the suspect.

That's right.

The real way to solve this crisis is not to look for bombs, but to find people!

Only by finding a way to identify the bomber can this terrorist attack be truly ended.

Otherwise, no matter how you do it.

They're all just puppets with tightropes, always facing the threat of bombers!

The more Passion Fruit thought about it, the more he felt that his analysis was correct, and he got up and was about to run away, but perhaps because of fear, or kneeling on the ground for a long time, the blood in his thighs clotted, and he fell to the ground as soon as he took a step.

Gu Ji took the opportunity to step forward and grab the live broadcast phone.

"What are you going to do!?"

Passion fruit hurriedly scrambled, but where was he Gu Ji's opponent, an anti-joint grappling, he screamed in pain, and the mobile phone immediately came out of his hand.

[Art needs cruelty: Hahaha, you guys are so interesting!] 】

"Hey! Get down, everybody! ”

"Get down! Hold your head in your hands! ”

At this time, the stern shouts of the police were heard in the staircase passage in front of the right, as if they were preparing to block the subway.

Hearing this, Gu Ji immediately put on the hat of the hoodie, covering his face, and at the same time buckled the live broadcast mobile phone and ran towards another subway exit in the opposite direction.

Passion fruit also knew that being caught by the police would be a death, and tried her best to get up.

"Fack! Wait for me! 5 meters away from the phone, I will also die! ”

As soon as the words fell, he rubbed his thighs, trying to activate his stiff muscles, and strode after Gu Ji.

"Don't move!"

"Put your head in your hands! Get on the ground! ”

"Do it right away! Otherwise we shoot! ”

……

Unexpectedly, the police had already come down from the stairs and saw Gu Ji and Passion Fruit who had escaped, mistaken them for criminals, and raised their pistols to warn loudly.

But the two who knew the rules well didn't dare to stay at all, and even tried desperately to speed up.

Bang——!

The gunshot rang out, Gu Ji heard a scream behind him, and when he took the time to look back, it was passion fruit that fell to the ground, his back was hit by a policeman's bullet, the bullet pierced his lungs, and blood spurted out of his mouth and nose.

In his dying, he was still reaching out to grab Gu Ji's back, trying to catch up with him.

But in vain.

Whether he was shot in the lungs or caught by the police, he was no longer alive.

5 meters a pass.

Bang! The microphone on his neck exploded instantly, and the head of the passion fruit seemed to be like the flesh of the passion fruit, scattering and splattering, so frightened that the two policemen who were chasing immediately fell to the ground and looked for cover.

And this just created an excellent opportunity for Gu Ji to escape.

He strode into the staircase passage and vanished.

[Art needs to be cruel: now, you're the only one left, hehehe......]

I'm sorry, I woke up in the middle of my sleep last night, and then I couldn't sleep, I slept at 5 o'clock in the morning, so I got up late, and there were too many new levels to check the information, and the update time was delayed, sorry!

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